I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

For rest of my life, I’ll constantly re-interpret mother I didn’t know
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‘Self government’ means you govern yourself, not obey your neighbors
To stay sane and fight life’s battles, we aliens need places of sanctuary
Face of a stalker? At Florida school, it’s ‘stalking’ to speak of karma
Father who I saw as Mr. Morality turned out to be a liar and a thief
If you start at love, it’s easier to get to hate than to indifference
Search for sexual pleasure can slowly destroy genuine intimacy